"Go see your Empress Mother at Fengyang Palace. She was quite furious about the incident today."
"Yes."
"Off you go."
"This humble son takes his leave."
The Emperor waved his hand and closed his eyes wearily.
What's going on here? I have yet to deal with the War Prince's Mansion and now I hope there won't be another incident with the Prime Minister's Mansion.
In the past few days, the nearly sixty-year-old Prime Minister, grieving his lost son, had been rampaging through the Capital with his men, slashing and killing at the slightest disagreement. Many innocent civilians died in his wrath.
Helpless, given his high status and power, and as the Father-in-law of the Emperor, even the Emperor himself turned a blind eye, and everyone else was too frightened to speak out.
Faced with public outrage, the Emperor was caught in a dilemma. The Prime Minister's only son, the child he had waited decades for, was tragically killed in the streets overnight.
